DISCLAIMER: I know people are tired of hearing the same old crap, so I'm not gonna say: 'I don't own any of the Superstars, they own themselves, blah, blah, blah…' I'm just gonna say that: the story is a little similar to the movie, but not quite… so it's okay to read this before actually watching the movie. Read my story and review it damn it! … Pweez = (

NOTE: Hearts Desire, I didn't even know people had to log in to sign my reviews. Thanks for telling me… I fixed my settings ;) and thanks everyone for all the reviews! Damn, was Jade happy!

NOTE #2: For all of you slow folks… I'm Jade. LoL

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"Hey I got tickets to a Lakers game!" Jeff announced as he walked into the apartment.

"Are you serious?" Eddie exclaimed, snatching the tickets from Jeff's hand.

"Yup." Jeff said proudly.

"Where the hell did you get these? These are great seats, man!" Eddie said.

"Hey, it's just my charm." Jeff said, raising an eyebrow and giving Eddie a cheesy smile.

"What the hell is so exciting?" Matt asked, walking into the living room. He only had on his jeans and a pair of socks. His hair was soaking wet – he'd just come out of the shower.

"Lakers tickets!" Eddie cried.

"For real?" Matt asked, rubbing a towel on his head.

"No, for fake. What the hell, man? Why would I lie?" Eddie asked.

Matt shrugged.

"Jeff, these are yours?" Matt asked.

"Yeah." Jeff said.

"There's two of them… which one of us are you taking?" Matt asked.

"Me… we're best friends." Eddie said, throwing his arm around Jeff.

"He's my little brother!" Matt yelled.

"So? You annoy him." Eddie said.

"So? Blood is thicker than water." Matt said.

"No, I believe blood is thicker than wood." Eddie argued.

"What?" Matt asked.

"Dude, don't you watch wrestling?" Eddie asked, shaking his head.

"No… that shit is fake and it sucks ass." Matt mumbled.

"You're fake! You suck ass!" Eddie yelled.

"Riiiiiiiight." Matt said.

"Don't be dissin' wrestling like th –"

"Yeah, so Jeff… which one of us are you taking?" Matt asked, cutting Eddie off.

"None of you." Jeff said.

"What?" Matt and Eddie asked at the same time.

"I said none of you." Jeff repeated.

"I heard what you said... I just can't believe it." Eddie said.

"Jeff, buddy… c'mon, I'm your big brother!" Matt said.

"I don't care." Jeff said.

"So you're going to a basketball game by yourself with one extra ticket on you?" Eddie asked.

"Nope. I'm taking Trish." Jeff said.

"Trish? What the hell… she thinks Derek Jeter plays hockey." Matt said.

"No she doesn't." Jeff said, defending Trish.

Matt rolled his eyes.

"Did you or did you not say that I couldn't make her fall in love with me?" Jeff asked.

"Well I did, but –" Matt started.

"But nothing." Jeff cut him off. "I'm taking Trish to the game and that's it… here's my chance to make her fall in love with me." Jeff said.

Eddie and Matt had the saddest expressions on their faces – and Jeff got a kick out of it.

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"Thanks for bringing me to the game!" Trish yelled. There were tons of screaming fans around her.

"Yeah! No problem!" Jeff yelled back.

Trish really was enjoying herself. Jeff's shell somehow cracked and he was being really cool to her.

She smiled at him. He didn't notice – he was too busy watching the game. Trish shrugged and watched the game, too. She saw how Jeff was really enjoying himself and she didn't want to disturb him.

But wait, she told herself. I'm supposed to disturb him… he's supposed to dump me, she thought. She looked back up at Jeff. He was cheering loudly.

"Jeff!" She yelled.

He didn't hear her.

"Jeff!" She yelled again.

"Yeah!" He yelled. His head was turned to her, but his eyes were still on the game.

"I'm thirsty!" she yelled.

"Uh… Trish… there's like… twenty more minutes till half time!" He said.

"In other words you want me to wait?" She asked in a serious tone.

Jeff quickly glanced at her. "Exactly! I knew you'd understand!" He yelled. He smiled. She didn't know if he smiled because of the excitement of the game, or if it was meant for her.

"Fine, that's okay! I'll get it!" She yelled. She started to get up. Jeff held her down. "No, it's okay, I'll get it for you!" He said. Trish smiled sweetly at him.

Jeff walked up to the guy at the concession stand. His eyes were focused on the little TV above the guy's head. It was showing the game.

"May I help you?" The guy asked.

"Uh… yeah… let me get a… medium Coke." Jeff said – his eyes still glued on to the TV.

"A medium Coke?"

"Yeah."

The guy went over to the soda fountain and came back with the Coke. He handed it to Jeff.

"That would be four twenty-five." He said.

"Four twenty-five?" Jeff asked, suddenly losing interest in the game. "What the hell? You could buy a pack of cigarettes with that kind of money."

"No, sir, cigarettes are seven dollars."

"Shut up." Jeff said, snatching the Coke. He put the money on the counter – a five-dollar bill. "And keep the change!" He yelled.

I've always wanted to say that! Jeff thought, happily.

He looked around for his seat. He spotted Trish jumping up and down yelling, "TOUCHDOWN!" He smiled and sat next to her.

"Here you go." Jeff said handing her the soda.

"Thank you." Trish said. She smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back.

Trish took a sip and made a face.

"Jeff, sweetie, this isn't diet." She said, handing him the cup.

"Oh… okay." Jeff said in a disappointed tone. He stood up and went back to the concession stand. This time, there were about fifteen people on line. Jeff silently watched the game as the line moved slowly.

"May I help you?" A voice asked.

Jeff wasn't paying attention.

"Sir?" The voice asked.

"Huh, what?" Jeff asked.

"May I help you?" The guy behind the counter asked.

"Oh…yeah. Um… I asked for a diet Coke." Jeff said.

"No you didn't." The guy said.

"Yes I did."

"I'm afraid not."

"Fine… just get me a damn diet Coke." Jeff said, annoyed.

Once again, the guy went to the soda fountain.

"Here you are, sir." The guy said. "That will be four twenty-five."

And once again, Jeff gave him a five-dollar bill.

"Thank you, sir. Have a nice day." The guy said.

"Where's my change?" Jeff asked.

"You told me to keep it."

"I said that last time."

The guy shrugged and gave Jeff his seventy-five cents.

Jeff went back to where Trish was. He handed her the soda.

"Thanks." She said, smiling at him.

Jeff sighed. "No problem."

They continued watching the game. One of the players made a slam-dunk.

"YES!" Jeff shouted, jumping up.

"Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Trish asked.

"In the game?" Jeff asked.

Trish nodded.

"Uh…" Jeff explained the whole rest of the game to her… and it was very annoying.

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